Feel The Warmth

I’ve lived most of my life as a Michigander. I love how the seasons change the landscape in front of my writing area. Today the stillness of winter has struck just the right cord within me. I feel the warmth of the wood-burner,and the sounds of Val getting our morning coffee. I watch the birds at our feeders, their small feathered body’s puffed out against the cold. In that stillness, resides a sense of gratitude and the accumulative effect is one of peace. This inner peace is much needed as we head into the next phase of my physical journey. I have been referred to a hematologist for a bone marrow biopsy and thorough blood workup. A suspected blood disorder is looming large. Again, we learn patience and perseverance.

Val built our home on 52 consecutive Sundays; you can feel the love seeping through the structure. This is our house of God. It is a home that has seen much history and celebration. Today our neighbor Lynne, my older brother Bill and his girlfriend Deb are coming for dinner. There are few things I enjoy more than filling our home with the scents of cooking and the anticipation of sharing that meal with those I love. Good food is often like that, an invisible bridge connecting us to each other. An expression of goodwill that transcends the simplicity of the moment into something larger, more intimate and we bask in its warmth.

Today’s meal will be a wonderful Brazilian fish stew called: Moqueca De Peixe. With aromatic garlic, onions, cilantro and red bell pepper, it has just the right amount of heat, which is tempered with the addition of coconut milk. Loaded with tomato, fish and shrimp, it is a big bowl of warmth. It invites you to eat the shrimp floating in the broth with your fingers. I smile when I see Bill’s eyes closed with enjoyment. This is why I cook.